Kamino Mha の小説・ストーリー

She leads me, to the back of the mansion, where there were a lone warehouse that were as big as an aeroplane hangar, well it is an Aeroplane hangar, but we knows that it wasn’t used to store aeroplane, instead it was full of my order. As Lee Han Na men opened the large slides door to the Hangar, the views inside of it were in full displayed, in it there were 2 Apache helicopter, 2 Mi-17 MEDEVAC carrier Helicopter, 10 T-14 Armata Main battle Tank, 2 Guarder Plasan Mobile Command Centre, and 3 Samil 100 Mounted Bateleur Rocket launcher fully loaded and another 500 rockets ammunitions on standby. The rest of the mountains of boxes were all, new batch of weapons, all AK rifles, handgun of all ty

Its flared-out fenders, wide-body chassis, and sporty tires made it look like a street racing machine straight out of a Fast and Furious film. “It’s a nice car. Wouldn’t you say?” Irena eased her way toward Amy, cutting her eyes over at the silver Camaro. “How would you like to be behind the wheel roaring down the highway, trying to chase 2Pac because he ran off with your baby in an armored truck?” Irena pointed over at a black armored vehicle parked near the factory’s garage door entranceway. Amy looked over at the armored truck. The truck was the size of a motor home with a space shuttle design in the front. Amy didn’t like Irena’s game, but she didn’t expect to like it.

Roy asked through gritted teeth. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” he continued, his eyes flickering from grey to yellow. “Roy, please, calm yourself. I planned on discussing it with you later today. That was before you showed up at my house.” Alan explained, hoping to calm his nephew, whose wolf was fighting to take control. “Kimberly is mated to you and… alpha Hugh of the white moon pack.” It took a lot of strength from Roy to stop himself from shifting and running into the white moon pack to rip Hugh apart.

-One of the villagers said. Nat and Gree quickly went to Gree's and Nat's workshop to search for weapons while Chronos beheld the machine initializing. He noticed the multiple joints moving to show a magnetic supported Antimagic shield and many digital locks opening to release a railgun, homing missile batteries, grenade launchers, two cannon barrels with heavy-armor penetrating ammunition enhanced with magic, magic-based ammunition machine guns, and flamethrowers. The Tyranno-AMHAR: Peacemaker was not a war machine, it was an extermination device.

I muttered under my breath. William made a sudden turn onto a dirt road, the tires rolling over the uneven ground as we drove deeper into the woods. After a while, a massive gate came into view, looming ahead of us. The Shadow Moon Pack. As we pulled up to the entrance, two guards stood watch. One of them, a towering man with broad shoulders that could easily lift a woman on either arm, immediately stepped forward. “William! Good to see you,” he greeted with a wide grin. “Kane,” William returned the smile and nodded. “Been a while. How are things holding up?”

Divna was warming up to me already. "I'm Cáel Nyilas, Agent of SHIELD. My companion is an LMD (Life Model Decoy) called PAMELA, which stands for Puissant Assault Military-grade Efficiently Lethal Android. Director Fury has sent on us on a special covert mission to infiltrate M.A.R.S. and bring back proof that they are experimenting with illegal nano-technology," I confided to them. "She's an android?" Neven gawked. "Didn't she feel stronger than any human possibly could?" I asked. Of course the majority of Pamela's power had come from leverage, not raw strength, but for Neven, being owned by an artificial human was much easier to accept than being beaten by a woman clearly forty years his se

Stephanos slipped inside, keeping low, a mouse that knew the hawks by name. To the left, soldiers stripped and cleaned rifles, stacked ammunition in patient towers. A corporal cursed a jam in clipped Saxon syllables; a private answered with a joke that didn’t quite land. Tin cups steamed beside a drum of bitter coffee that had forgotten the word bean. At the chamber’s centre—raised on a crate like an altar—sat the machine. APG MARK I.

he announced as he stepped out of the headquarters' CONTROL ROOM B. C O N T R O L R O O M A. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. Control Room A is the most private part of the facility where only Ezecarl Zlatan is authorized to enter. Zlatan's hair and sputum were the only keys to enter. The security of the room is so strict because it contains all the secret formulas used in the experiment. There are the tools they had when they made their first-time machine. The blueprint for the resurrection machine is also there. There are many juvenile drugs and various poisons as well as a lot of machinery and liquids that you would think impossible.